I love
My little room
Entire silvered by dawn.
Tossing into trash bin
Yesterday’s coffee pod
I toss out yesterday’s cares.
Inserting a new pod
I turn the page
Of my small life.
As the Keurig brews
That first cup
It sounds a shush:
Quiet be, still be, just be
Look at the cedars and firs
Glowing with the
Fire of God.
So I sip
Coffee and chill morning air
And rock my rocking chair
To the rhythm
Of birds at the feeder
All else can wait
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC
I love
My little room
Entire silvered by dawn.
Tossing into trash bin
Yesterday’s coffee pod
I toss out yesterday’s cares.
Inserting a new pod
I turn the page
Of my small life.
As the Keurig brews
That first cup
It sounds a shush:
Quiet be, still be, just be
Look at the cedars and firs
Glowing with the
Fire of God.
So I sip
Coffee and chill morning air
And rock my rocking chair
To the rhythm
Of birds at the feeder
All else can wait
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